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Standing at the bus stop with my shopping
in my hands when I'm overhearing elder ladies as the rumours start to fly you can hear them in the school yard scrap yard chip shop phone box in the pool hall at the shoe stall every corner turned around it started with a school girl who was running running home to her mam and dad told them she was playing in the change room of her local football side they said tell us again so she told them again they said tell us the truth they found it hard to believe cause he taught our steve he even trained me taught uncle john who's father of three but it only takes one tree to make a thousand matches only takes one match to burn a thousand trees you see it in the class room in the swimming pool where the matchstick men are made at the scouts hall at the football where the wise we trust are paid they all honour his name he did a lot for the game he got his name knocked up above the sports ground gates but now they are ripping them down stamping the ground picture gathers dust behind the bar in the lounge it takes one tree to make a thousand matches only takes one match to burn a thousand trees wake up and smell the rain shake up he's back to stay he hasn't been on a holiday his growing seeds don't believe why he's been away in the school yard change room playing fields bathroom phone box office blocks corner turned around they keep doubting the flame tossing the blame got his name knocked up above the sports ground gates but now they're ripping them down stamping the ground picture gathers dust in the bar in the lounge it takes one tree to make a thousand matches it only takes one match to burn A thousand trees |
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| 2. |
| 2:32 |
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I feel awash
Close down the street Yeah Chaplin walks Be 9:15 And I hear them, hear them call his name And I see him, see him turn away They take him in And clean him up They take him in And strip him down They dry his skin And feed him wine And I hear them, hear them call his name And I see him, see him turn away Ask's to use the phone Yeah he lives alone, he lives alone There's no one, no one home to phone He sits alone at home He call his home his own His wife is still unknown |
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| 3. |
| 2:20 |
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I get camping eyes in the final hour
Last minute shoppers picking cauliflower The fuss they make, you'd swear they were buying a car They always moan, moan it's not so cheap Cheaper still, cheaper still down the street Lose my rag and tell them take your bag and shop down there Closing down, they're closing down another road One way, system steals the show Mac the knife swigs a can and sings the day away There's more life, more life, more life in a tramp's vest There's more life, more life, more life in a tramp's vest The flower man sits down in the street Surrounded by, the stock he bought last week Bring back the ladies wearing lipstick on their teeth Make up, we make up a crappy joke Sit back, relax and have a smoke Mac the knife swigs a can and sings the day away There's more life, more life, more life in a tramp's vest There's more life, more life, more life in a tramp's vest There's more life, more life, more life in a tramp's vest There's more life, more life, more life in a tramp's vest I get camping eyes in the final hour Last minute shoppers picking cauliflower Mac the knife swigs a can and sings the day away There's more life, more life, more life in a tramp's vest There's more life, more life, more life in a tramp's vest There's more life, more life, more life in a tramp's vest There's more life, more life, more life in a tramp's vest |
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| 4. |
| 3:22 |
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There's no mistake, I smell that smell It's that time of year again, I can taste the air The clocks go back, railway track Something blocks the line again And the train runs late for the first time A pebble beach, we're underneath, a pier that's just been painted red Where I heard the news for the first time And all the friends lay down the flowers Sit on the banks and drink for hours Talk of the way they saw him last Local boy in the photograph Today He'll always be 23, yet the train runs on and on Past the place they found his clothing There's no mistake, I smell that smell It's that time of year again, I can taste the air The clocks go back, railway track Something blocks the line again And the train runs late for the first time Today And all the friends lay down the flowers Sit on the banks and drink for hours Talk of the way they saw him last Local boy in the photograph Today He's gone away |
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| 5. |
| 4:54 |
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We all face the same way
Still it takes all day I take a look to my left, pick out the worst and the best She paints her lip, greasy and thick Another mirror stare, and she's going where? Another office affair, to kill an unborn scare? You talk dirty to a priest?It makes them human at least But is she running away, to start a brand new day? Or is she going home? Why's she driving alone? Is anyone going anywhere? Everyone's gotta be somewhere She got a body in the boot, or just bags full of food? Those are model's legs, but are they women's are they men's? She shouts down the phone, missed a payment on the loan She gotta be above the rest, keeping up with the best Is anyone going anywhere? Everyone's gotta be somewhere Waits tables for a crook? Wrote a hardback book? You teach kids how to read? Or sell your body on the street? A nurse without a job? Another uptown snob? But have I got you all wrong? One look and you were gone Is anyone going anywhere? X 3 Everyone's gotta be somewhere |
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| 6. |
| 4:37 |
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salt grips the road awaits his lift again street orange glow shades the odds against one
more sip a shoe a miss a shaving nick one extra kiss who's to know whatever! not up to me not up to you swings don't swing the parks been dead for years how do you know the last swing weren't your last for good hard book on freaks fresh summer peach creased magazine sugar chocolate treat who's to know whatever! not up to me not up to you the street's so long where she lost her pocket purse kept the last picture of the man she committed first cracked windscreen rain french murder play junk take away tired street parades who's to know whatever! whatever! not up to me not up to you not up to anything we do |
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| 7. |
| 2:43 |
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I gotta lose weight I swallow honey is my stand up show still that
funny am I back for good I said that I said that I would be she's down waist low trying to make me happy because I like watching you it's time I tried tried to check my check my eye lids check for holes two weeks late I gotta test for babies shop take is falling low I'm not going back back to the factory's because I like what I do it's time I tried tried to check my check my eye lids check for holes |
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| 8. |
| 4:00 |
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weeks too long, not to ring
Re-colours her hair, and waits for him Not cat against dog, just head over heels Sex twice a day, best time in years Oh no, why hasn't he phoned? She has to wait until he's on his own Lying and Denying so nobody knows I'll tell her this week is what he tells Her to keep her on loan He'll buy her one day Sex drives, oral highs, cheating wife's spouse Cream cakes, coffee days, throwing gifts, goodbye Pass the way for the day had a change of kind Sex change, to mundane for the average mind Oh no, she just can't see Where he is and where he's been Looked prim and straight Like she's always been All that she saved for went missing again She could be, she could be, she could be wrong She could be, she could be, she could be wrong She could be, she could be, she could be wrong It looks like, It looks like, It looks like the worlds gone wrong They found a body in the lake maybe it wasn't really his name Same colour, same weight, same size feet It's the not knowing that kills you Oh no the clocks stopped slow, everytime you're on your own ya' hide from the spies so nobody knows Scratch through the pages on the lazy days news for a clue Still looking for you |
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| 9. |
| 2:45 |
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ten minutes flat after that day at the factory I'm drinking like a dog in the sun I don't
need to eat or sleep awink at the weekend just rot my guts and I can't wait for my next drink the first is gonna sink I'm the last of the big time drinkers I take pride in my work I'm the last of the big time drinkers the beer don't taste the same with out my name painted on my glass I don't live to work I work to live and live at the weekend and maybe spend a week in the sun I come home wet the bed throw my sheets out the window and sunday morning comes and I can't wait for my next drink the first one is gonna sink I'm the last of the big time drinkers I take pride in my work I'm the last of the big time drinkers the beer don't taste the same with out my name painted on my glass and I can't wait for my next drink the first one it's gonna sink I'm the last of the big time drinkers I take pride in my work I'm the last of the big time drinkers just give me hops or the slops I'm the last of the big time drinkers I take pride in my work I'm the last of the big time drinkers |
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| 10. |
| 3:03 |
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the same long faces in the workman's hall caramel crisp counts
his birds cliff chip's lines up his dominoes kingfisher lead singer calms his nerves I'm drinking sinking swimming drowning working smirking learning burning sleeping thieving cheating beating I'm eating I'm deep in a goldfish bowl It's sink or swim the hall down town just burns to the ground my boxing ring turned to ash red head ginger bread sells tickets at the door stella sleep walks in the sand I'm drinking sinking swimming drowning working smirking learning burning sleeping thieving cheating beating I'm eating I'm deep in a goldfish bowl It's sink or swim they're looking in hard up outta luck time to ride the village bike a bike been used ten times or more grape vine here's the wife lays down her royal flush I think I've lost another wife |
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| 11. |
| 5:03 |
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Shopping spree for the family tree, haven't seen your family tree, in quite a while
Too many sandwiches and wine, sherry stains down your best mans tie, what a speech The band arrive, the grannies cry, the singers tongue's's in the bar maids mouth, what a voice Grandpa drunk a drop or two and his head's still stuck down the portaloo, what a man You bought a sequin dress for your chicken breasts, the discos late and he's overpaid tonight You got a diamond ring and a man who sings, the man who sings made love to the bar maid twice And that's just tonight The blue rinsed hairs lift up their chairs The bands too loud, they're off down stairs what a noise The bride and groom they dance their dance The singer mimes there's still a chance, the bar maid smiles You bought a sequin dress for your chicken breasts, the discos late and he's overpaid tonight You got a diamond ring and a man who sings, the man who sings made love to the bar maid twice And that's just tonight You bought a sequin dress for your chicken breasts, the discos late and he's overpaid tonight You got a diamond ring and a man who sings, the man who sings made love to the bar maid twice Grandpa drunk a drop or two and his head's still stuck down the portaloo, what a man The bride and groom they dance their dance, the singer mimes there's still a chance tonight And the bar maid smiles |
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| 12. |
| 3:50 |
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Billy Daveys Daughter
by Stereophonics I never knew her name I only knew her fame she lived near my town another goldfish to drown well I just past the bridge that parts us from them the bridge that she used again and again again I remember when they found her billy davey's daughter the word gets around billy davey's second daughter threw herself to dirty water billy's left with nothing but a dream he dreams |
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| 1. |
| 4:28 |
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I'm looking good, got my shoulders back, A few more drinks, I'm up to dance, I get the eye as I lift my glass, the first time in six months, She looks again I start to shake, My shoulders twitching, I'm on my way, I glance behind me for safety sake, To see a clock the size of a plane, The night is young more fish in the sea, Who's to say she wasn't looking at me? I sink my head back into my glass, Get into shape for that first dance, I turn away, I look to the south, I pull my foot from out of my mouth, To my surprise she's standing beside me Asking if I'd like to dance. I'm standing in a hall of smoke, Her tongues in my mouth, I'd love to choke, Her knight approaches us on foot, He left his side kick at the brook. He offered me a cigarette I said I'm far too young to smoke, So he tried to entertain me, Told me one more crappy... Joke in my ear, except the joke wasn't clear, Set the joking aside should I run? should I hide? Decided to stay, rub it straight in his face, What he thought was the case was an easy mistake. I'd just like to try some carrot cake and wine, Can't I try, taste my carrot cake and wine Looking good, not looking back, Knight of hers took her off to dance, I get the eye as I lift my glass, But not for the last time, She looks again, too drunk to shake, My legs are twitching, my eyes are fake, I glance behind me for safety sake To see my girlfriends tongue in the face of a friend, Who was far from a man, Should I hide? should I run? Must have seen what I've done, Decided to stay, looked her straight in the face, What I thought was the case was an easy mistake. I'd just like to try some carrot cake and wine, Can't I try, taste my carrot cake, Why can't I try? Why should I lie? Taste my, try some, buy my Carrot cake and wine |
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| 2:17 |
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Russell said take what you need,
He could count large amounts On his fingers even with false teeth Tie me up and tie me down, Tie me up and tie me down, Russell's bleeding from his knees, He was shot three times, But he claims he was shot thirteen Tie me up and shoot me down, Tie me up and shoot me down ba ba ba ba, ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba, ba ba ba ba ba ba Russell's live on the BBC, Sell the story for the glory, Take a picture with his new false teeth Tie me up and tie me down, Tie me up and tie me down ba ba ba ba, ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba, ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba, ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba, ba ba ba ba, ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba, ba ba ba |
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| 3:41 |
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She slept on an iron bed,
Lived through the war for what? Butterflies 'round the fire smile, Smile until she's robbed of all she's got, I heard the innocent got shot today, Grandma died on poppy day, I heard the dress down get turned away, All died, died on poppy day, Fancy dress in a dress down town, Happy Halloween, Door breaks open lost man walks in, Killing the happy scene, I heard the innocent got shot today, Grandma died on poppy day, I heard the dress down get turned away, All died, died on poppy day, I heard the innocent got shot today, Grandma died on poppy day, I heard the dress down get turned away, All died, died on poppy day, On poppy day |
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| 4. |
| 2:54 |
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Going down, la na na
Going down, la na na na na I used to buy my sweets and candy treats at Raymond's shop I used to pass there every day The time has come to buy a gun and hold up Raymond's shop Looks like I will be going away Going down, la na na Going down, la na na na na It's been two years my minds not clear I'll stop at Raymond's shop It's boarded up, he's gone away The words got out and there's no doubt it came from Raymond's shop Looks like our little boys will play Play away, away Play away, away It's turned about, it's back on you Your famous 15 times by 2 You ask around to find the truth And all the fingers point at you You're sick, you're low, my minds made up Your two years down, I'm back in luck I wouldn't save you if you drown I hope you like your time gone down |
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| 5. |
| 3:42 |
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It sickens me to see,
Photograph in front of me, carnation coloured pink Stand aside and take a drink, Night club, another scene, 31st it's Halloween., Slave to each new trend, Uptown junkies push again, The lovers and the wannabe's (they don't know how) The radio's and TV's (they don't know how) Newspaper story reads (they don't know how) Cheap girl magazine (they don't know how) Stand aside and cry, never wonder why, Ask themselves why, the river has dried, Laughter after three, shaped up to be free, Number one the most missed chart, Must have broke a thousand hearts, Parallel with the scene, tarnished star evergreen, Live life disguised. The lovers and the wannabe's (they don't know how) The radio's and TV's (they don't know how) Newspaper story reads (they don't know how) Cheap girl magazine (they don't know how) Stand around and cry, never wonder why, Ask themselves why, the river has dried |
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| 6. |
| 3:14 |
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Standing at the bus stop with my shopping
in my hands when I'm overhearing elder ladies as the rumours start to fly you can hear them in the school yard scrap yard chip shop phone box in the pool hall at the shoe stall every corner turned around it started with a school girl who was running running home to her mam and dad told them she was playing in the change room of her local football side they said tell us again so she told them again they said tell us the truth they found it hard to believe cause he taught our steve he even trained me taught uncle john who's father of three but it only takes one tree to make a thousand matches only takes one match to burn a thousand trees you see it in the class room in the swimming pool where the matchstick men are made at the scouts hall at the football where the wise we trust are paid they all honour his name he did a lot for the game he got his name knocked up above the sports ground gates but now they are ripping them down stamping the ground picture gathers dust behind the bar in the lounge it takes one tree to make a thousand matches only takes one match to burn a thousand trees wake up and smell the rain shake up he's back to stay he hasn't been on a holiday his growing seeds don't believe why he's been away in the school yard change room playing fields bathroom phone box office blocks corner turned around they keep doubting the flame tossing the blame got his name knocked up above the sports ground gates but now they're ripping them down stamping the ground picture gathers dust in the bar in the lounge it takes one tree to make a thousand matches it only takes one match to burn A thousand trees |
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| 7. |
| 3:13 |
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There's no mistake, I smell that smell It's that time of year again, I can taste the air The clocks go back, railway track Something blocks the line again And the train runs late for the first time A pebble beach, we're underneath, a pier that's just been painted red Where I heard the news for the first time And all the friends lay down the flowers Sit on the banks and drink for hours Talk of the way they saw him last Local boy in the photograph Today He'll always be 23, yet the train runs on and on Past the place they found his clothing There's no mistake, I smell that smell It's that time of year again, I can taste the air The clocks go back, railway track Something blocks the line again And the train runs late for the first time Today And all the friends lay down the flowers Sit on the banks and drink for hours Talk of the way they saw him last Local boy in the photograph Today He's gone away |
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| 3:34 |
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I feel awash
Close down the street Yeah Chaplin walks Be 9:15 And I hear them, hear them call his name And I see him, see him turn away They take him in And clean him up They take him in And strip him down They dry his skin And feed him wine And I hear them, hear them call his name And I see him, see him turn away Ask's to use the phone Yeah he lives alone, he lives alone There's no one, no one home to phone He sits alone at home He call his home his own His wife is still unknown |
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| 4:08 |
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weeks too long, not to ring
Re-colours her hair, and waits for him Not cat against dog, just head over heels Sex twice a day, best time in years Oh no, why hasn't he phoned? She has to wait until he's on his own Lying and Denying so nobody knows I'll tell her this week is what he tells Her to keep her on loan He'll buy her one day Sex drives, oral highs, cheating wife's spouse Cream cakes, coffee days, throwing gifts, goodbye Pass the way for the day had a change of kind Sex change, to mundane for the average mind Oh no, she just can't see Where he is and where he's been Looked prim and straight Like she's always been All that she saved for went missing again She could be, she could be, she could be wrong She could be, she could be, she could be wrong She could be, she could be, she could be wrong It looks like, It looks like, It looks like the worlds gone wrong They found a body in the lake maybe it wasn't really his name Same colour, same weight, same size feet It's the not knowing that kills you Oh no the clocks stopped slow, everytime you're on your own ya' hide from the spies so nobody knows Scratch through the pages on the lazy days news for a clue Still looking for you |
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| 6:45 |
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salt grips the road awaits his lift again street orange glow shades the odds against one
more sip a shoe a miss a shaving nick one extra kiss who's to know whatever! not up to me not up to you swings don't swing the parks been dead for years how do you know the last swing weren't your last for good hard book on freaks fresh summer peach creased magazine sugar chocolate treat who's to know whatever! not up to me not up to you the street's so long where she lost her pocket purse kept the last picture of the man she committed first cracked windscreen rain french murder play junk take away tired street parades who's to know whatever! whatever! not up to me not up to you not up to anything we do |
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| 11. |
| 3:17 |
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She Takes Her Clothes Off
she's got another fantasy she lives in flat number twenty three picked first prize for carnival queen and now she takes her clothes off collects the covers off her magazines she longs to be another teenage dream the problem is she's turning forty three she still takes her clothes off she got the nick name porta bubble joan they found her dead as nails at home and she said i'm gonna be another marilyn bleach my hair and get real thin and everybody's gonna wanna dance with me she loved to have her little fantasies she longed to be the wife of jimmy dean but jimmys head sits in jimmys knees she loves to take her clothes off police are looking round at twenty three they found her hanging from her swollen feet they saw her dance last in woolworth street, she loved to take her clothes off she got the nick name porta bubble joan they found her dead as nails at home and she said I'm gonna be another marilyn bleach my hair and get real thin and everybody's gonna wanna dance with me everybody's gonna wanna dance with me eveybody wants to be the carnival queen everybody wants to be the carnival king or queen we all read the books, she takes her clothes off one by one.. |
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| 2:45 |
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I get camping eyes in the final hour
Last minute shoppers picking cauliflower The fuss they make, you'd swear they were buying a car They always moan, moan it's not so cheap Cheaper still, cheaper still down the street Lose my rag and tell them take your bag and shop down there Closing down, they're closing down another road One way, system steals the show Mac the knife swigs a can and sings the day away There's more life, more life, more life in a tramp's vest There's more life, more life, more life in a tramp's vest The flower man sits down in the street Surrounded by, the stock he bought last week Bring back the ladies wearing lipstick on their teeth Make up, we make up a crappy joke Sit back, relax and have a smoke Mac the knife swigs a can and sings the day away There's more life, more life, more life in a tramp's vest There's more life, more life, more life in a tramp's vest There's more life, more life, more life in a tramp's vest There's more life, more life, more life in a tramp's vest I get camping eyes in the final hour Last minute shoppers picking cauliflower Mac the knife swigs a can and sings the day away There's more life, more life, more life in a tramp's vest There's more life, more life, more life in a tramp's vest There's more life, more life, more life in a tramp's vest There's more life, more life, more life in a tramp's vest |
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| 6:24 |
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She came from Providence, one in Rhode Island
Where the old world shadows hang, heavy in the air She packed her hopes and dreams, like a refugee Just as her father came, across the sea. She heard about a place, people were smiling Spoke about the red man's way, how they loved the land They came from everywhere, to the Great Divide Seeking a place to stay, or a place to hide. Down in the crowded bars, out for a good time Can't wait to tell you all, what it's like up there They call it Paradise, I don't know why Somebody laid the mountains low, while the town got high. Then the chilly winds blew down, across the desert Through the canyons of the coast, to the Malibu Where the pretty people play, hungry for power Too light their neon ways, give 'em things to do Some rich man came and raped the land, Nobody caught him Put up a bunch of ugly boxes, and Jesus people bought 'em They call it paradise, the place to be They watched the hazy sun, sinking in the sea You can leave it all behind and sail to Lahaina Just like the missionaries did, so many years ago They even brought a neon sign, Jesus is coming They brought the white man's burden down Brought the white man's reign Who will provide the grand design..what is yours and what is mine 'Cause there is no more new frontier, We have got to make it here, To satisfy our endless needs And justify our bloody deeds In the name of destiny, In the name of God And you can see them there, on a Sunday morning Stand up and sing about, what it's like up there They call it Paradise, I don't know why Call some place Paradise, Kiss it goodbye |
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